I FINALLY GOT IT UP!!!!!!!!!
“Please Mr. Wayne? Pleasepleasepleaseplease? PLEASE?”
Devin followed the billionaire around the mansion, begging for his approval. He finally turned to her, his face set in stone.
“Give me a reason that Du can back up.”
“The team has had major problems the past months from missions oder personal lives. This is the ability to let them relax and have fun after all the hard work they've put in.”
Devin's no-nonsense face matched his. He studied for a time.
“You'll be in set-up, clean-up, and any thing else responsible for this.”
“I promise! It will all be taken care of.”
“Then Du may proceed.”
“Thank Du Mr. Wayne!”
Devin gave him a bright smile before flying off in a hurry.
“Devin why?” Becca groaned.
“It'll be fun!”
“Devin.”
“Other people are going. Cat might. Maybe Tara? If Mel goes I'll have to watch her.”
“Devin.”
“And I'm in charge of everything. Hmm...I should ask what they prefer to eat. And drink.”
“Devin!”
The Angel – Jäger der Finsternis came back to earth, eyes turned toward Becca.
“What?”
“Why?”
“It'll be fun.”
“That your only motive? oder is it because Du never got to go to one?”
Devin looked at Becca questioningly. The younger simply stood her ground, her face void of emotion.
“Becca...?”
“This isn't about me, Dev. Du going to answer?”
“....I just want to give what others cannot enjoy.”
“What does that even me? Are we still on the same subject?”
“Becca...people like Scott oder even Billy can't have these things. Too much suspicion; too weird oder abnormal. I've never been able to do this stuff. Du somehow never get forced to.”
Becca shrugged.
“So you're doing this as a favor?”
“Yes. I want them to experience something.”
Becca studied her for a minute, tilting her head from side to side. She shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh.
“Fine. I'll help.”
Devin squealed and hugged Becca close.
“Oh thank Du thank Du thank you!”
“Heh. No problem. But if things get out of hand, I'm not responsible.”
“Please Mr. Wayne? Pleasepleasepleaseplease? PLEASE?”
Devin followed the billionaire around the mansion, begging for his approval. He finally turned to her, his face set in stone.
“Give me a reason that Du can back up.”
“The team has had major problems the past months from missions oder personal lives. This is the ability to let them relax and have fun after all the hard work they've put in.”
Devin's no-nonsense face matched his. He studied for a time.
“You'll be in set-up, clean-up, and any thing else responsible for this.”
“I promise! It will all be taken care of.”
“Then Du may proceed.”
“Thank Du Mr. Wayne!”
Devin gave him a bright smile before flying off in a hurry.
“Devin why?” Becca groaned.
“It'll be fun!”
“Devin.”
“Other people are going. Cat might. Maybe Tara? If Mel goes I'll have to watch her.”
“Devin.”
“And I'm in charge of everything. Hmm...I should ask what they prefer to eat. And drink.”
“Devin!”
The Angel – Jäger der Finsternis came back to earth, eyes turned toward Becca.
“What?”
“Why?”
“It'll be fun.”
“That your only motive? oder is it because Du never got to go to one?”
Devin looked at Becca questioningly. The younger simply stood her ground, her face void of emotion.
“Becca...?”
“This isn't about me, Dev. Du going to answer?”
“....I just want to give what others cannot enjoy.”
“What does that even me? Are we still on the same subject?”
“Becca...people like Scott oder even Billy can't have these things. Too much suspicion; too weird oder abnormal. I've never been able to do this stuff. Du somehow never get forced to.”
Becca shrugged.
“So you're doing this as a favor?”
“Yes. I want them to experience something.”
Becca studied her for a minute, tilting her head from side to side. She shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh.
“Fine. I'll help.”
Devin squealed and hugged Becca close.
“Oh thank Du thank Du thank you!”
“Heh. No problem. But if things get out of hand, I'm not responsible.”
"So you're just going to let him leave to D.C.?" Lexi stared at her older brother.
"Yup."
"You're stupid! That's crazy Du idiot! He'll get himself killed!"
"No he won't."
"Yes he will Jaime! He'll kill the President, be banned from the Military and THEN die!" Lexi folded her arms across her chest.
"He won't kill the President Lexi, stop daydreaming."
"Then Du obviously don't know him."
"Actually I do, but Du don't. Dad is going to D.C. for a meeting with House of Representatives, and the President to talk about what was stolen from the Navy." Jaime put his hands in his pockets, staring and his little sister.
"And what makes Du think he won't go crazy?"
"Nudge will keep him under control. Trust me." Lexi almost dropped the phone that was in her hand.
"Nudge? I thought she retired."
"Nope, and Jack will be with her. Things will be fine." Jaime opened his wings an soared upwards. "You coming Home oder what?" Lexi sighed and followed him.
"Yeah."
"Yup."
"You're stupid! That's crazy Du idiot! He'll get himself killed!"
"No he won't."
"Yes he will Jaime! He'll kill the President, be banned from the Military and THEN die!" Lexi folded her arms across her chest.
"He won't kill the President Lexi, stop daydreaming."
"Then Du obviously don't know him."
"Actually I do, but Du don't. Dad is going to D.C. for a meeting with House of Representatives, and the President to talk about what was stolen from the Navy." Jaime put his hands in his pockets, staring and his little sister.
"And what makes Du think he won't go crazy?"
"Nudge will keep him under control. Trust me." Lexi almost dropped the phone that was in her hand.
"Nudge? I thought she retired."
"Nope, and Jack will be with her. Things will be fine." Jaime opened his wings an soared upwards. "You coming Home oder what?" Lexi sighed and followed him.
"Yeah."
"I'm trying to find a present for Holly, but have no idea—hey!"
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, stechpalme, holly is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find stechpalme, holly sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, Du see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, stechpalme, holly is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find stechpalme, holly sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, Du see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.